January 2011
4 posts
bob: the more you know who you are, and what you want, the less things upset you. charlotte: i just don’t know what i’m supposed to be, you know. i tried being a writer, but i hate what i write. i tried taking pictures, but they were so mediocre. you know, every girl goes through a photography phase. you know, horses… taking dumb pictures of your feet… bob: you’ll...
you’re in my veins, and i cannot get you...
and you will see my shadow on every wall
with the end of every semester break and requisite sojourn home comes the melancholy homesickness i have yet to get used to after two years. as always when i go home, it feels like i never left. when i first left home the sensation unnerved me; i couldn’t wait to turn my back on the place for good. it took two years of living somewhere else, a place i had once idealized for so long, to...